Harry snorted aloud - and was promptly shushed by Madame Pince. Again. It had already happened this morning. Twice.
"Maybe Flitwick has a man friend. Or a big dog." Harry paused, then shudderd. "Okay, scratch that last; that was sick, even for me. Uhmmm...rumors, rumors. Let me think."
He propped his chin on his hand. "I want to turn Mandy's bloody emu into, oh, something sweet. A cat, maybe. Or a hamster with affections issues. What do you suggest?"